Hong Kong, the island of the Eternal Night Base.

A few days ago—

The waves gently and slowly crash on the beach. Far to the west, a huge orange fireball is slowly sinking.

A remnant sun spreads in the water, half sea and half sea red.

It was the middle of winter, and it was the season when the north wind was cold and dripping into ice, but on this tropical island south of the Tropic of Cancer, Yang Jin only needed to wear a short-sleeved shirt.

White shirt, thin trousers, elegant and rigorous. Yang Jin walked step by step along the beach, and on the right was an elegant and chic villa group built with beautiful scenery. On the left is the vast sea, which is washed by the sea breeze. Look ahead, the sun is setting, the twilight is red, and the fragrant breeze is Luoqi.

Take the beautiful scenery, the lanterns are contending, and the thick flames burn the city of Lianjin.

It was the best view on earth.

To tell the truth, in terms of material conditions, Yang Jin's life these days can be said to be extremely good. No one in the Eternal Night Group dares to belittle him, and everything is the best in terms of food and clothing. As long as he says a word, he doesn't even have to say anything, and someone actively takes care of everything for him. Food, clothing, shelter, transportation, eating, drinking and having fun, you don't have to worry about anything.

But there was no trace of leisurely in Yang Jin's expression.

His gaze was light and deep, as if he was staring at every moment, as if he was careless at every moment.

Yang Jin fell into memories, and he suddenly began to recall the first building in his life. It was a dormitory divided by the school, red bricks, damp and narrow. The old red brick building is only three-storey, and the bricks will even lose powder under the wind and rain. Every time during the rainy season, the ground is back to the wet and slimy, and it can't be compared with now.

But then, it was not the same as now. He is the pillar of the family and the shelter of his wife and children. At that time, the family was happy together, although the material living conditions were poor, but they worked together, through thick and thin, and although they were tired but excited every day.

Now, the material conditions are extremely superior, but there is no sense of enjoyment at all.

His wife is gone, and his children are gone, how can he be happy?

A few nights ago, the helicopter roared away, and Yang Jin deeply remembered the moment when he stood on the tarmac and looked up. He is not a sentimental person, but at that moment, he really felt a deep pathos.

I am a husband and a father, but I have no way to shelter my wife and children......

With a squeak, Yang Jin's fists clenched tightly.

Suddenly, he realized that he was not alone on this island.

Click, a figure was running along the beach. Looking at it intently, the man was in his fifties, with white hair, a hard body, a dark face, a hard expression, and a serious and cold temperament, like a piece of iron that no one should enter. If you look closely, the man is covered with weight, and when he steps on the sand, there is a deep pit.

Running on the beach was much more tiring than running on flat ground, and this man was training quite harshly. Sweating profusely, tired to the point of muscle twitching, but the man did not move, did not even change his rhythm, and continued to run forward with weight.

At this age, he can still have such hard work, and the physical fitness and will and spirit of this iron man are quite amazing-of course, in the category of ordinary people-In this era, the previous sentence really has an inexplicable irony and sadness.

By the way, I had seen him on the tarmac the night before, and he seemed to want to go with him to London, but he was thrown off the plane and couldn't go with him. Getting closer, Yang Jin keenly found that there was an inexplicable feeling of heaviness on this iron man. Heavy and hard, like a piece of stubborn iron, he doesn't know how to follow the trend and change himself.

Yang Jin suddenly wanted to say hello to him, chat something, and then ...... What is this person's name? Yang Jin frowned, he was really old, his sideburns were gray, his eyes were beginning to send, and even his memory was declining. I want to think, I want to think...... Tide...... Uncle Chao?

That's it, Uncle Chao!

But it's okay for the junior to call him Uncle Chao, I can't call Uncle Chao......! Little tide?

was thinking about it in a mess, and Uncle Chao had already run to the front not far away. Yang Jin, who hadn't figured out what to call the other party, could only nod at him reservedly, and said hello casually with a warm smile: "What about exercising?"

Uncle Chao watched Yang Jin stop, and gasped twice, he has always been taciturn, he is not good at words, so he can only say: "Yes, exercise." What about you?"

"I also exercise. ”

Looking at the stubborn tough guy in front of him, looking at the lingering heaviness and looming loss in those eyes, Yang Jin felt that he wanted to talk to this peer about something. But in the end, in the awkward silence of the mystery, the two just nodded to each other, ready to go their separate ways.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, the sound of a radio broadcast.

"Insert an urgent report on a massive terrorist attack in London, England!"

Crunch, both of them stopped, each of them quickly pulled into their waists, and then invariably took out their respective equipment. What Yang Jin was holding was a box radio, while Uncle Chao took out an old model of radio.

Glancing at each other unexpectedly, an inexplicable sense of tacit understanding suddenly rose, and Yang Jin smiled: "It seems that you can't rest assured of them." ”

"Definitely, heartbreaking. Uncle Chao gave a thumbs up: "Let's go to the intelligence department to see the specific situation?"

Yang Jin hesitated slightly: "Can I go to the secret department of the intelligence department?"

"In principle, no. Uncle Chao shook his head coldly, and then forced out a strange smile: "But I'll open the back door for you and go." ”

The next day.

Canteen.

There was beer in front of the two of them, and they drank very energetically.

"You're a teacher?"

"Yes, I teach students. ”

"You know, my dream when I was a kid was to be a teacher. Uncle Chao took another sip and exhaled: "Sit in the spacious classroom, teach them according to their aptitude, pack up all those bear children, and let them go on the right path." At least never get involved in drugs, and it's better to learn a skill. It's a great feeling, I think. ”

"Then why didn't you become a teacher?"

"Alas, the mistakes of the yin and the yang, the creation of people. Uncle Chao sighed.

Yang Jin also took a sip and smiled slightly: "Do you know, in fact, my dream when I was a child was not to be a teacher, but to be a soldier. ”

"Be a soldier?!" Uncle Chao's eyes widened: "You?"

"Don't believe me, but it is. When I was a child, when movies were shown in rural China, the main theme of war movies was always played. Tunnel warfare, mine warfare, southern and northern warfare, and the military engineering team behind enemy lines, every time a movie is shown, adults and children from all over the country flock to it, and there are so many people that they once squeezed people into the dung pit. ”

"The dung pit?hahahaha!" Uncle Chao slapped the table and laughed.

"At that time, I thought that charging into battle, defending the country, not pulling the strings when I don't see the devil, and seeing the devil biabiabia, that is the best thing. Yang Jin raised his hand to compare a pistol posture, and aimed at it like when he was a child, as if he wanted to aim at a devil: "It's a pity, whether it's a Japanese devil or an American devil, it didn't work." Of course, you can't be a devil when you become a soldier, but I still yearn for military life. ”

"Then why didn't you go to the army?"

"Alas, the mistakes of the yin and the yang, the creation of people. Yang Jin was also emotional.

Uncle Chao looked at this peer and felt that he was really a very good drinking friend. Looking at Yang Jinwen's polite and incapable appearance, Uncle Chao's mind suddenly flashed with a light ~~, and he grinned with a slightly malicious smile: "I'll be here today, next time, I'll get you something good." ”

Day 4.

Bar.

Uncle Chao put down three bottles of whiskey.

"It's done!"

After pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Hu Tian Haiti, both of them were excited.

The TV behind the bar was playing the news, a series of reports of terrorist attacks on the streets of London. How many buildings were burned, how much property was damaged, which side of the terrorists did good deeds, and what was the purpose, an old expert on TV who was in charge of the matter analyzed and discussed with the TV camera at the head, and the ratings of CCTV's security channel reached a new high.

With a bang, Uncle Chao slammed the bottom of the wine glass on the table, his face was black and red, and the wine was strong, shouting loudly: "Times have changed, they have changed!"

Yang Jin's drunken eyes were hazy, staring at the burning block on the TV, and suddenly sighed: "Maybe I'm old, I'm really old, and I like to remember when I'm old." Last night I dreamed about when I was young, when Xiao Qi was just born. He's so small that he can hold it in two hands. But I didn't dare to touch it, for fear of breaking it. But in the blink of an eye...... Alas......"

Uncle Chao's face was red and his ears were hot, and his eyes were dizzy: "Come on, come on, brother, keep drinking, respect this damn time, respect this damn era, do it!"

Bang, touched a cup, Yang Jin took a sip. Ha~ blew out a mouthful of wine, Yang Jin opened his five fingers and his eyes were hazy: "I, I still remember, when the child was three years old, he suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night, and when he took his temperature, he had a fever of forty degrees! I carried Xiaoqi on my back in the water, and your sister-in-law followed with an umbrella next to me. I still remember the heavy rain on your sister-in-law, I still remember Xiao Qiyao lying on my back in a daze, I still remember that there were no street lights at all that day, but the lightning kept on and on, and everything was very dazzling. The rain was really heavy. ”

"Heavy rain, I remember it too!" Uncle Chao has basically entered the stage of big tongue and gibberish: "In 93, I took a group of veterans to the Amazon rainforest to participate in special training. Mosquitoes, beasts, hunger, sickness, guerrillas, and the mother's ubiquitous deliberate torture, the number of people in the special training camp is decreasing day by day. Brother, let me tell you, during the training, it was really to the death, and those guerrillas were killed with real knives and guns. I was shot and hit in the left leg. I limped for my life, and it was raining heavily. Infected, inflamed, hungry, shivering with cold, but I, I survived. I've survived! I've become an ace special soldier! Brother, are I a good soldier?"

"Yes, you are a good soldier, you are the best soldier!" Yang Jin patted Uncle Chao's shoulder, his tongue was almost big: "Comrade Xiaochao, come, continue to drink!"

"But such a good soldier, in this era, how can he be worthless?" Uncle Chao raised his head to the sky and roared loudly: "Why, it's worthless!"